Tristan merely smiled. He didn't want to talk too much about his other patients, because even though he wasn't sharing anything medical, it still felt unprofessional. He let him eat in silence. It was better if he focused on the food for now.

When he realized Mr. Meijer was done eating, he got up and took the bowl and glass from him and put the away, so the man wouldn't have to move. "Your brother should be here soon, I think."